Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.